Rossiya Snegopad : Prologue :

It was their first winter in Russia. Their parents had a large argument and they decided to get separated for a bit.

Hachimenroppi(usually called Roppi by the family) and his twin Izaya looked out the window, fascinated by the snow, as the car drove. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen snow before, but their nannies rarely let them leave the house to see it this close.

Their mother liked Russian, and spoke it fluently. Sakuraya never spoke it and refused to learn it, Izaya and Roppi were learning.

Izaya laughed as he cheerfully clung to his mother's skirts. He loved his mother. Keiko simply waved him off and went to speak with her current lover. Izaya got the hint and skipped off to see his big brother. His twin got ill easily and it was best to let him sleep. He couldn't swallow pills so he got shots for his medication, or liquid medicines. Either way he would whine about it and cling to Izaya whom would cuddle him.

Izaya was a natural nurturer, he wasn't sure if it was because his twin was so sickly or because his parents were never around, but he tended on whatever he could, be it Roppi or a small animal that found it's way inside.

Izaya like the colours white, beige and black.

He didn't like red.

He didn't care for certain shades of pink.

He didn't like stains. Stains made him feel sick they reminded him of when--

A screech escaped him and he shot straight up in bed, clawing at the air before he calmed.

He was safe. Roppi was safe in Russia with the doctors.

Red eyes scanned the area again and he turned on the light, he expected something to be there, even a tall, slender, faceless man perhaps, anything terrifying. Nothing but what was usually there. He opened up his nightstand drawer and pulled out his switchblade for no other reason than pure paranoia. He looked at his bedsheets and sneered before cringing.

There was blood on them.

He was scared to find out what from.